Rebirth: Clinging to My Possessive Magnate-Chapter 823: Too Happy to Think Straight

"I’m a bit excited," James Reed said with an awkward smile.

"I’m excited too," Ophelia Wilson replied, her joyful smile never fading.

At the photo shoot location, James and Ophelia stood ready. The photographer smiled and said, "Groom, don’t be nervous. Give us a smile."

James made an effort to stretch his lips, but that smile looked particularly stiff.

The photographer chuckled, "Look at your beautiful bride beside you, that’s excitement for you."

"James, give us a smile," Ophelia turned her head and said.

James squeezed Ophelia’s hand and said, "I’m too nervous."

Ophelia could sense it; James’s palms were sweaty. She advised, "Don’t be nervous, just smile. Once the photo is done, we can register for our marriage certificate."

Who wants to register?

James almost blurted out that sentence.

But upon seeing those cameras and journalists, James swallowed those words back with a mix of blood and forced out a word from between his teeth: "Okay."

James calculated that the time should be almost up.

Finally, he managed a proper smile. Although it looked a bit stiff, it was still a smile.

With a click, the photo was done. Very soon, they could go to get their certificate stamped.

All the documents were ready, the red booklet was in the hands of the staff.

Immediately afterward, James felt the air in the space compress to the extreme, depriving him of enough oxygen to breathe.

His lungs felt a suffocating pain, almost about to explode.

Every movement of the staff transformed into a slow-motion sequence in James’s eyes.

The marriage certificate had been picked up, ready to go under the embossing machine.

Suddenly, a reporter’s phone rang behind him, the urgent ringtone sounding like a lifesaving anthem which made James turn his head quickly to look at the reporter who answered the call.

Quickly be amazed!

Quickly come and ask questions!

Quickly!

James kept chanting inwardly, urgently chanting.

In James’s anticipation, the reporter answered the phone, agreed to something twice, and then hung up without any expression.

James: "!!!"

What’s going on?

"James, James!" Ophelia joyfully shook James, placing a hard, icy item in his hand, "We are legally married!"

That sentence hit James like a bolt from the blue, nearly turning him to dust!

Lowering his head, the flash of red in his hand painfully stung James’s eyes, making his vision blur with red.

How could this be?

Could he really have registered?

What about the acting?

What about the pretense?

All vanished.

James felt as if he were stepping on clouds; the whole world was swaying, alternating between black and white before his eyes, and the sounds around him drifted closer and further away. Many people were moving back and forth in front of him, making his head feel like it was about to explode.

"Have some candy, have some candy!" Ophelia hurriedly distributed the celebratory sweets she had prepared to the staff and the following media reporters, feeling so happy she seemed to float.

She had finally married James!

From now on, she would be James’s wife!

"Looks like the groom is overjoyed!" the staff teased, having seen many such couples, finding nothing surprising.

Seeing James so excited, Ophelia chuckled, "We’re just so happy, we’re too happy."